One Clan
A Poem by Eclipsing Moon-blood red
holiday season is on us again
One Clan
There is thunder in the sound of a horse’s hooves
And crackle of lightening in the crisp, clear breaking
Of a morn on the tall peaks.
Alas the reverie of the season is tried and found to be wanting.
All amiss of buttered *** and candy canes.
Saturated with the intensity…
Of our remembered Holidays, past.
Do you find a value in this our most way-laid Happiness?
Let us conjure the spirits of a truer time …
Snow on the ground and earth mothers feeling
Of the all -encompassing hug
Of Being one in kith and kin
One Clan